His Eagle Eyes on Me

The bodyguard immediately scowled. "You know what's wrong with Mr. Tate? How?" He grabbed Shelly by the collar and dragged her into the room.

"Be gentle! I didn't do this to your boss! I just..." Shelly wanted to tell the truth but was worried that they might not believe her.

Hayden heard the noise from inside the bathroom and came out of the shower wearing his bathrobe.

"What's going on?" He did not bother drying his hair, and there was still water dripping from his hair.

"Mr. Tate, your bodyguard has a misunderstanding with me! He thinks that I drugged your drink... but I didn't... I saw how flushed you were and figured that you drank something that you shouldn't... I work in this hotel... and you'd be surprised how frequently this sort of thing happens... I just thought I would warn you. I don't know anything else." Shelly clarified the situation and made sure to exclude her involvemen in the matter.

If Hayden was as smart as he was described to be in rumors, he would understand what had happened.

To her bewilderment, Hayden's bodyguard seemed to come to realization even sooner than Hayden himself.

"Boss, someone was plotting against you!" The bodyguard roared in rage. "This has to be the doing of that damned woman, Lola! She wants to trap you! I'm going to bring her here right now!" Hayden shot the bodyguard a cold glare. "She's a relative of the Santoses. Calm down!"

"How dare they do such a thing to you? Are you seriously going to put up with it? You can't!" the bodyguard argued.

"I can't ruin my sister's wedding over such a small thing! Keep your mouth shut!" Hayden commanded.

The bodyguard instantly reluctantly quieted down, before asking, "Should I call for a doctor, then?"

"Calling a doctor will alert my parents," Hayden drawled before reaching for the glass of ice water on the table.

He felt slightly better after the cold shower, and since he insisted on not looking for the culprit, the bodyguard could only obey, as Hayden was still the boss.

Most importantly, Hayden was never the kind of man who would tolerate such behavior had it not been Layla's wedding that day.

"You still look off. I can't exactly do anything about it, so this waitress will stay here and look after you!" the bodyguard said and left before Hayden could respond, shutting the door behind him. Shelly gaped.

"Don't be afraid. I won't touch you."

Seeing the concern on her face, Hayden said, "Just stay for now,

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another woman!"

"But you are the boss, right? Can he just disobey you?" Shelly could tell that Hayden was not a player, or he would not have rejected Lola.

"My parents assigned him to me." Hayden did not wish to speak of his privacy to a stranger, so he did not explain any further.

The tension in the room rose, and silence loomed over them.

Shelly took out her phone and glanced at the time. "Mr. Tate... I need to go home now..." Shelly was worried that she would not be able to wake up early for work if she arrived home too late.

"Name your price! I will pay for your overtime," Hayden offered generously.

Shelly hesitated.

She did not want to miss out on the opportunity to earn more money but felt that it was inappropriate for her to be here.

"Mr. Tate, why don't you call your girlfriend here?"

"I don't have a girlfriend."

"Huh?" Shelly had not expected a brilliant man like Hayden to be single.

Hayden stood from the couch and headed into the bathroom.

His wallet was in the pocket of his jacket, and he had left his jacket in the bathroom.

Shelly watched as he stepped out of

the bathroom with his jacket and hung it in the closet before opening

his wallet and taking out all the cash he had.

"Is this enough?" he said in a husky voice.

Shelly stared at the money in his hand, desperately wanting to accept it, but feeling as though she would be wrong to accept it.